21/09/2025
๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ
๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง
Iโve come to realize something many students feel but rarely say: the pressure to get high grades kills curiosity. The joy of learning fades when everything is tied to numbers and letters. The fear of failure pushes me into an all-or-nothing mindset, where the risk of not being perfect makes me not want to try at all. What should have been exciting exploration becomes stressful obligation. Studying no longer feels like discoveryโit feels like survival. And it hurts, because something thatโs supposed to enlighten me only makes me hate learning.
๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐๐ซ๐ฌ
Education right now doesnโt feel like it values thoughtโit values memorization and conformity. Information is handed to me, labeled as โnecessaryโ or โnot necessary,โ without any real connection to what I want to do or who I want to be. That makes it hard to care. I feel like Iโm being shaped into a corporate slave instead of an individual. The system doesnโt seem built to foster independence, only obedience. And when Iโm told education is a privilege, but the system itself feels broken, Iโm stuck in a trap: I canโt complain without risking failure. Silence becomes another cage. The obsession with โthe right answerโ over my own ideas crushes the freedom to think.
๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก
The years that should be full of growth, adventure, and joy are stolen by stress and exhaustion. Instead of discovering who I really am, Iโm programmed into the idea of becoming a stressed, boring office worker. I lose time that couldโve gone to myself, to relationships, to finding balance. It feels like my future is being written for me, while I barely get a say. School doesnโt just take my timeโit takes my chance to truly live.
๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ
This is where it hurts most. My first death was losing the spark in my eyes, the imagination I used to have. I donโt feel free when I canโt be creative, when I canโt express myself. And school doesnโt give me that freedom. It gives me memorization, repetition, information Iโll never needโbut not the chance to breathe, to make, to dream. Without creativity, I donโt feel alive. Thatโs why I say it: school kills artists.
By | Kelly Jean Gaugano
